The Black Rider in Bern (Open)

[Venessa Blackthorn]

Flying high above the clouds in Bern, Venessa had taken some time to herself to fly into Bern. Since she was a Wyvern rider, she wanted to see the nation of the Wyverns and Fire. Sorrow sored through the air like a small black shadow over everyone down below. Not seeing another rider was most likely a good thing since she didn't feel like getting into a pissing contest to see who was the better rider. Gently rubbing the back of the Wyvern's kneck, she would push her heels into the sides of it and yell , "Heeyaah" With that notion, the Wyvern folded it's wings and did a nose dive towards the mountains and solid earth below them. Pulling the strap back, Sorrow unfolded her wings and skimmed the surface of the ground as they were coming up to a village that was away from most other towns or cities. Outside the gate, Venessa had her Wyvern land and dismounted. Two guards came walking up to her and asked, "What's your busniess here?"

Not taking off her helmet, she would reply back to them. "I've been flying for a while and decided to come back down to the ground to let my Wyvern rest for a bit. I won't cause no trouble if that's what your worried about." Nodding their heads, they moved out of the way as her and Sorrow walked into this small town. It was one of those small villages that started up not even five months ago. It was struggeling compared to the rest. She could tell that most funds were made by trading and selling what they could get, which in turn went into buying tools, live stock and whatever else they needed.

[Klain]

Klain cut his way through the wood line. He didn't like the Bern nation, something about the air didn't agree with him. It tasted like despair and sheathing underline anger. He Liked Lady Black for the simple reason she put up with him, what he didn't like was the flight, Klain liked to talk and its hard to talk to someone whos half a mile up in the air. He lost track of Lady Black again but at least she told him where she was going.

Klain took the time to listen to the forest while he walked. The birds calmed the madness deep inside him, he was well aware of it but he had forsaken trying to rid himself of it long ago. The Sun light breaking through the tree light the woods in such away that it reminded him of a painting he saw four months back. A woman was painting by her window, she most of been a noble of some sort, while he watch from the other side of the house. He had intended to steal some food but was mesmerized by the brush work. It was a full hour before she caught on that he was there. The memory brought a smile to his face, this one even felt real.

Breaking the treeline Klain come upon a small Village. Walking up to the gate he was stopped by to men. before they could talk began to laugh sinisterly. "Do you know who I am?*broken giggle* Well Gents?*giggle* I am The Hydra! and Im looking for my friend Lady Black. She's a blonde wyvern rider with red eyes. So shes not much to look at!" *deep cackling laugh* So have you seen her? He revealed in there confused faces.